To be perverse is to deviate from the right, true or correct; to be obstinate in the wrong, willful; petulant, cranky.
When you despise your own heritage and history, even your own race, you are perverse. It’s a hell of a way to go through life, a guarantee of peevishness and anger. It poisons the soul. And it is this quality that defines the snowflakes and inquisitors among us. You almost feel sorry for them and their perpetual rage. They are sad and angry people, miserable to be around, and a curse on our society.
True Christians can only pray for them. Everyone else should ignore them. It’s not worth the trouble to talk to them. It’s like wrestling with a pig. You just get dirty, and the pig enjoys it.